Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Her surname was her mother's maiden name. Grace Adaeze Bridges. Dead four years. Naomi had taken her mother's surname name after she died and quietly buried the one she was born with, the one on her original birth certificate that Darius had spent most of the night tracking down through Lagos civil records and a contact who owed him a favour. I read the name on that birth certificate slowly. Then I sat back in my chair and looked at the ceiling for a long moment. NAOMI COLE. Cole. As in Vivienne Cole. As in the woman who was supposed to be standing at my altar yesterday morning. As in the real bride.

"So this is Braze, Brandon and my baby..sorry I mean Alexander!" Alexander rolls his eyes and the woman smiles. "Nice to know that Aldertree has a lot of caring people in his class! I'm Victoria, Aldertree's grandmother. So..are you two together..?" She asks looking at me and Brandon. I flinch not knowing if her reaction is going to be positive or not, after all not a lot people are openminded in this world. "Yes we are." Brandon immediately answers and grabs my hand but she only smiles kindly.

she had picked a second cloth. I looked at the cloth, it was a nice one, but I want something else, something that looks gorgeous like the queen in the British movie, the Bridgerton. “Look, I understand you know fashion,” I rose to my feet, but at the same time, I won’t give credit to a maid who pose as good fashion….” “Ma’am, check this.” The maid was clearly vexed, and she has a cloth lifted to my face. “For heaven’s sake, I was…”

Instead, her chest tugged just a little, because under all the princely arrogance and dramatic mystery, he looked… lost. “Oh, I am so going to write a blockbuster best-selling novel when I get back to my world,” Lyra declared, eyes gleaming with excitement. She threw her hands in the air. “Seriously, the ‘Prince Who Thought I Was His Dead Girlfriend’ has N*****x series written all over it. Eat your heart out, Bridgerton.” Elias smiled at her. “You have a deal,” he said simply. Lyra grinned, feeling unusually triumphant, and extended her hand for a shake—business-like, as if this was some legally binding contract between mildly dysfunctional time-crossed humans

Marie Drams had long boasted of her mastery. All in her life had been carefully plotted, every step, every breath, and every utterance. But as she fastened her gaze on the radiant face of her phone, her hold became so fierce that she was certain the device would shatter. Billion Engagement 2nd time around: The Bride is No White Angel.Fiona Generys in Gorgeous Midnight Gown for Her Wedding to Charles Billion. The words seared her.

The soft rustle of satin filled my ears as I stood at the top of the staircase, my hand clutching the banister for support. The world outside seemed muted, as if time had slowed to a crawl. Every step forward felt heavier than the last, each one taking me closer to a future I was uncertain of. The grand chandelier above sparkled like a thousand stars, casting a shimmering light on the extravagant guests gathered below. Their faces blurred as I focused only on one thing: the man waiting at the altar. Ethan Vaughn.

she mused, "why is Eleanor owing Élan Luxe?" Adrian lifted a brow at the question. Scarlett tapped a manicured finger against the armrest. "That bit of information was unexpected. Her family is, or at least was one of the elites. When did things go so wrong for her?" Adrian let out a quiet chuckle, resting his elbows on his knees. "Ah, now that’s an interesting story." Scarlett leaned in slightly, and Adrian didn’t keep her waiting. “Her husband,” he began, pouring himself a fresh glass of whiskey, “is Charles Sinclair the youngest son of Sinclair Industries.”

Roland assessed the lady and nodded in satisfaction, she was a beauty. "Yo man, you got a big fish here to satisfy you." Liam teased. Chris lazily turned his gaze toward the lady standing before him like an obedient lamb. He belched and said, "You look familiar, young lady, have we made out before?" Cara bent her head more and wished for a saving grace.

“ Spill “ was all I said to him as we looked at him curiously. “ What's his daughter's name and can we see her picture please, “ Kace asked and Brandon turned to face his monitor again as he began to search. A few minutes later the picture of Mr. Alberts's daughter popped on the screen which made me and Brandon exclaim. “ Bianca is his daughter? “ Brandon and I exclaimed in unison, surprised that Bianca the queen bee of our college, the one who tried to make fun of me with the video and was expelled, is Mr Albert's daughter? “ You guys know her? “ Kace asked and Brandon was the one who answered. “ Of course!! She is the queen bee of our school. I have been asking her to go on a date with me

Kalden wheezed, gasping for breath as he dropped himself into the soft, gold comforter of my king-sized bed. ”Duke’s here Merchling, with that insipid gods-reject of a woman he calls his wife. Who the fuck names their daughter Bartholomew? A SICK, depraved fuck Hector, that's who!” Kalden announced heatedly, groaning at the last part so that I couldn’t help the knowing smile that lifted my cheekbones.